Twin Flame 🔥🔥🔥

Here’s to my twin flame, and yet I don’t know her name.

Her passions are my passions; her every desire sparks my fire; my third eye equiviqual her lighter.

The flow of her explosive aquifer proved more than enough to engorge my shining member.

Her sweat leaks love potion lighter fluid overdosed with  the sweetest of ethers.

I intend to treat her like the daughter of a preacher yet I want to help her spread the fire that is our immortal flame.

Using our bodies as kindle and our desires as lighter fluid we free our souls to float much higher than spiritual fireflies.

Our bodies melting away allowing our souls reach ascension by way of coming to one attention.

Back in comprehension I seek the opportunity to also make love to our kaleidoscope body and mind.

In a cabin while it’s snowing outside I’ll be massaging your intellect in due time.

We could split a bottle of wine, roll blunts, and slightly ignite our mental psykes.

Let’s allow our imaginations run hot with enlightened mints.

Our sex caught on overdrive, red lining our collective consciousness all night under ruby light.

It seems right to let our passions ignites lightning sparks into the moonlight.

The tropic storm that is our love made evidently clear by the steamy evidence of our lustful position decisions.

Why does our tidal lock mock Mars and Venus rocking their interstellar love affair before the third rock that is the Earth?

To the stars we cast our cares while we share inspirations from the dawn of our creation.

The sounds of our fire’s ovation have disturbed the notion of a once silent night.

To my twin flame who’s name, for now, remains unknown I tip my hat to you.

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